A long time ago, in a distant galaxy, when I was still studying in the universe, we had a group of two blacks, foreign students from Nigeria. One of them is a very unpleasant type and, in addition to everything else, the lover of playing a black card constantly complained that we don’t help him, we don’t communicate with him because he’s a Niger. Although with the second we were a guy, who was no less Niger, everyone communicated well and helped him both in the study and with the household part (to try to buy cheaper and better, cook, the whole group dropped him the winter jacket bought).
So that’s what I’m doing – maybe if you’re considered a fucker – it’s not because you’re a woman, you’re just a fucker.